Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 190 - 188: Between Immortals and Mortals

Chapter 190: Chapter 188: Between Immortals and Mortals

“I’m fine, just a bit tired…”

“Core formation will take some more time, you two continue to protect…”

Ning Daoran’s voice reached Big Stupid Deer and Little Bai’s ears from afar.

“Aooo~~~”

Big Stupid Deer cried out joyously, lightly tapping its hooves.

Little Bai chuckled, covering her mouth with a smile full of charm.

…

Far away, in the sky.

Ning Daoran slowly landed, sitting cross-legged between a ravaged wasteland and an ancient structure, struck by the Five-Colored Thunder Tribulation.

He slowly closed his eyes, beginning to draw in the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, officially entering the core formation process.

Two months later.

The golden condensed liquid in his Dantian turned into a five-colored condensed liquid, constantly compressing and enriching until it finally began to crystallize.

Days later, a dazzling new-born golden core appeared in his Dantian.

It was a perfectly round golden core, naturally formed without the need for polishing!

‘That’s not right…’

Ning Daoran furrowed his brows, as this golden core was not stronger than his previous flawless golden core, and this seemed to be a pure attribute golden core containing only gold attribute spiritual power.

If that were the case, wasn’t his reforging of the core in vain? How is this any different?

However, in the next second, he suddenly exclaimed “Oh”, his face showing a look of relief.

The feeling had come…

It was like someone constipated for seven or eight days suddenly feeling relieved.

Another golden core still needed to be formed!

Ning Daoran immediately focused his mind, intent on forming the core.

Soon after, the second golden core emerged from the five-colored magic power condensed liquid, presenting itself as a verdant green round golden core, rich with wood attribute spiritual power!

This was a wood attribute golden core!

Ning Daoran narrowed his brow slightly, feeling his cultivation knowledge being subverted. Even after scouring various scripts across the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation World, he had never heard of being able to form many golden cores.

His reason for consuming five demon cores and reforging his core was his confidence in forming a Five Elements Perfect golden core, but the final result was completely different from his expectations!

However, the power of two golden cores was obviously beyond that of one.

The more, the merrier…

“Mmm~~ah~~~”

He suddenly hummed again, feeling another sensation; another golden core was forming!

Not long after, the third golden core appeared above his Dantian.

This golden core was plump and black, astonishingly a water attribute golden core!

‘Wait, there’s more…’

Ning Daoran slightly raised his brow, finally understanding that he was about to complete the formation of the Five Elements’ golden cores!

Soon after, the fourth golden core appeared, a deep red golden core immensely rich in fire attribute spiritual power.

The True Yang Furnace Skill driven by this golden core was also purer!

Ning Daoran’s face lit up with excitement as four golden cores rotated within him, creating boundless phenomena in his inner world!

“Woo~~”

He frowned again, his forehead covered in sweat.

This core formation was akin to giving birth to quintuplets!

Inside the Dantian, the remaining magic power condensed liquid solidified and finally formed into a plump yellow golden core, the last earth attribute golden core!

‘Wow…’

Ning Daoran took a deep breath, feeling an unprecedented relief.

Five golden cores, each representing one of the Five Elements.

Is there a second person like him at the Golden Core Stage between Heaven and Earth?

…

Core formation completed.

Internally, the Nineteen-layered Evergreen Technique continuously operated, converting a massive amount of pure wood attribute spiritual power from the wood attribute golden core, spreading all over his body, continuously healing internal and external injuries.

In less than a month, Ning Daoran’s injuries from the Heavenly Tribulation had completely healed.

He returned from being charcoal-like to the appearance of a jubilant eighteen-year-old.

Dressing in a white robe.

He grandly rose from the ruins, his Divine Sense inspecting his internal state where five golden cores were aligned in a row, as if ready for their master’s inspection.

Suddenly, Ning Daoran felt something was amiss.

It wasn’t that he disliked the alignment; rather, he harbored an unshakable belief in his heart.

With a thought, the five golden cores in his Dantian reordered themselves.

Quickly arranging into a five-pointed star…

Done.

Ning Daoran looked toward the distant horizon, his gaze also becoming resolute.

Even if he achieves Divinity Transformation and reaches Mahayana in the future, so what, his heart remains unchanged…

…

“Old Lu, I’ve reformed my core!”

Ning Daoran’s figure flashed, turning into a lightning-fast streak of light and instantly appeared in front of Big Stupid Deer.

“Aooo!!!”

Big Stupid Deer bulged its eyes, brother is so amazing!

The next moment, man and deer excitedly hugged each other.

“???”

Beside them, Little Bai frowned slightly, this style… a bit…

Well, get used to it.

She was now a refining corpse, and with only half a Divine Soul, she was already quite an abnormal existence and had no right to judge other things as abnormal.

“Little Bai!”

Ning Daoran stepped forward, patted Little Bai’s shoulder forcefully, and smiled. “How about it, are you happy for me?”

“Congratulations to master on your great achievement, this servant is naturally extremely happy!”

Very well, at least the attitude was good.

Brother Ning said, “Old Lu, let’s rest in the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven for a day or two while I consolidate my Golden Core Cultivation. Then, we’ll visit the village before we leave this place.”

Big Stupid Deer nudged his shoulder, signaling that he would follow Brother Ning’s lead.

Several days later.

Brother Ning emerged from seclusion, and together with Big Stupid Deer, they transformed into two streams of golden light, flying toward Dragon Flying Village.

In the early morning, it rained.

Brother Ning remembered the time when he and Big Stupid Deer had left the small mountain village with an ox-cart.

Now, both he and the deer had reached Great Success in their Golden Core Stage, becoming the esteemed Golden Core Cultivators of the cultivation world. Yet, those familiar faces from years past had long vanished into the sands of time.

The village of Dragon Flying appeared amidst lush greenery, just as it had always been.

However, the outskirts had more houses, while many in the inner area were dilapidated and falling apart due to lack of maintenance.

Brother Ning didn’t enter the village.

He was actually afraid; he already knew the outcome, yet lacked the courage to face it.

At this moment, Brother Ning was one hundred and forty years old, and Little Hehua…

Even if she had consumed three First-tier Life Extension Pills, she couldn’t possibly have survived until now.

Moreover, being born a Martial Artist, the intense consumption of Blood Qi during her cultivation made it difficult to reach the maximum lifespan offered by the pills.

Outside the village, upon a small earthen mound.

A grave was covered in grass, with clusters of tiny white flowers blooming among them.

The tombstone read: Tomb of Chen Huhua.

She had passed away ten years ago.

Brother Ning stood before the grave, his eyes red.

He could almost hear a crisp voice calling, “Brother Ning,” but sadly, she could never return.

“Old Lu, bring the offerings.”

Brother Ning slowly knelt down, cleared the weeds around the grave but left those few clusters of tiny white flowers.

Little Hehua had always loved the wildflowers in the mountains; having these flowers with her was comforting.

The drizzle continued.

Brother Ning did not use his mana to disperse the raindrops; he simply let them fall on his face.

Over the years, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to return.

It’s just that frequent visits would still lead to the same outcome; each of his cultivation retreats often spanned years, even decades—durations inconceivable to mortals.

Moreover, becoming too attached to the mortal world could lead to negligence in cultivation.

From the day he joined the Chaotic Sect, it was destined that he, Little Hehua, and Little Tiezhu would be people from different worlds.

This was exemplified by a saying in the cultivation world.

Once you enter the Chaotic Sect, this end was inevitable.

“Huh?”

At that moment, a young voice came from behind: “Guest, why are you honoring my family’s ancestral aunt?”

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Brother Ning turned around to see a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy and couldn’t help but laugh.

Little Hehua had taken Solid Color Pills, maintaining a youthful appearance until her death, but she lived to be one hundred and twenty years old.

Thus, while the descendants of the Chen family must refer to her as an ancestor, calling her “auntie” based on her appearance was most appropriate.

Hence the term “ancestral auntie.”

“Because, she’s also my family…” Brother Ning spoke softly.

“Guest…”

The young boy’s eyes widened: “Does the guest have the surname Ning?”

“Indeed!”

“Ah?”

The boy’s eyes widened: “You are the person my ancestral auntie used to talk about… Please wait, guest, before she died, she left some things for us to give you when you came.”

Saying this, the boy moved like the wind, quickly returning from the village with a piece of cloth in his hands, which wrapped around two items: “These were left for you by the auntie, please accept them!”

Brother Ning received the items with both hands, feeling their lightness.

Unwrapping the cloth, he found four bamboo dolls.

One of the dolls was a young man in his late teens, wearing a short shirt, unkempt, but with a clear smile on his lips, and another resembled a deer without horns, robust in stature.

The other two were a boy with cockeyed eyes and a girl in a red cotton jacket.

It was exactly the likeness of Brother Ning, Old Lu, Little Hehua, and Little Tiezhu from the year they left the village.

“Old Lu…”

In an instant, Brother Ning’s Daoist heart faltered slightly, his voice quivering, eyes misty with tears.

Big Stupid Deer whimpered softly, tears rolling down its eyes.

Brother Ning quickly placed the four bamboo dolls in the safest spot within his storage ring, then pulled out a few copper coins to give to the boy, smiling, “Take it, buy some candied haws!”

The boy was overjoyed: “Thank you, guest!”

“Go play.”

“Goodbye, guest!”

The boy hurried off.

It was a pity he had no Spirit Root; otherwise, Brother Ning would have considered taking him to the Chaotic Sect.

He and Big Stupid Deer stayed a while longer by the graves of Little Hehua and Little Tiezhu.

They had a chat with them; after all, once they left the village, who knew how many years it would take before they could return.

Soon, from afar, the sound of a funeral procession approached; it was a case of the old burying the young. The deceased was a man in his twenties, a disciple of the Red Lotus Martial Arts Academy.

According to a villager with yellowed teeth, the number of Demon Beasts appearing in the valley near Dragon Flying Village had been increasing. Reportedly, even a court-appointed Demon Slayer Captain had fallen in battle.

Additionally, the Cultivation Family, the Luo Family, which the village was previously affiliated with, had encountered a catastrophe; even an Early-stage Foundation Establishment Ancestor who had once met Brother Ning had perished in battle.

“Damn it!”

Brother Ning slapped his thigh and exclaimed in anger, “Old Lu, we flattened the Five Saints Sect, yet these Demon Beasts dare to cause trouble near our village, can you tolerate this?”

“Aw, Aw, Aw~~~”

At that moment, thirty or more veins bulged in a cross-pattern on Big Stupid Deer’s forehead, not freaking likely!